All Chapters of Pregnant With My Twin Sister’s Fiancé’s Baby: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter 31: Mother Finds Out

My mother's summons came via text: My house. Now. We need to talk. There were no emojis. No pleasantries. Just a command from the general to her least favorite soldier. I stared at the screen, my hand resting instinctively over my stomach. I should have known Sienna couldn't keep a secret that useful. She had held onto the ultrasound photo for exactly one week—long enough to feel powerful, short enough to ensure maximum damage before the wedding. The drive to the Stone estate usually filled me with a low-level anxiety. Today, it felt like driving to my own execution. I pulled my beat-up sedan into the circular driveway, parking behind my father’s pristine Bentley. The house loomed above me—a sprawling, manicured testament to my family's obsession with appearances. It was beautiful, cold, and utterly hollow. I took a deep breath. For the baby, I told myself. You’re strong enough for this. I didn't bother knocking. I used my key, the heavy oak door swinging open to reveal the sile

Chapter 32: Noah's Protection

I heard her crying through the phone. Something in me snapped.It wasn't a rational anger. It wasn't the cold, calculating fury I used in boardrooms to dismantle competitors. This was primal. It was a roar of blood in my ears that drowned out the hum of the city below my terrace."I told them," she had choked out.And then she had told me what they said. Embarrassment. Hide in Connecticut. Quit your job.Nobody made Aria cry. Not even her own family. Especially not her own family.Not on my watch.I paced the length of the penthouse living room, checking my watch every thirty seconds. She said she was ten minutes away. It had been twelve.If she didn't walk through that door in sixty seconds, I was going to get in my car, drive to the Stone estate, and burn it to the ground.The elevator chimed.I spun around. The doors slid open, and there she was.She looked shattered. Her eyes were red and swollen, her face blotchy, her shoulders slumped under the weight of a rejection I could only

Chapter 33: Office Rumors

The office gossip mill was efficient. By Monday morning, everyone knew Noah West's Aston Martin had been parked outside my crumbling Brooklyn brownstone until noon on Sunday.I walked into NeXus with my head down, clutching my bag like a shield. I could feel the eyes on me. It wasn't paranoia; it was a palpable weight. The usual morning chatter near the elevators died down the moment I swiped my badge, replaced by a silence that screamed louder than any shout.Did you see the photos on Twitter?The CEO and the contractor?I heard he carried her out of the building on Friday.I kept my eyes fixed on the floor numbers as the elevator rose. My stomach was doing gymnastics, and for once, it wasn't just the morning sickness. It was the suffocating pressure of being watched.I made a beeline for the breakroom, desperate for a ginger tea."Spill. Everything. Now."Lily cornered me before I could even reach the kettle. She blocked the exit, her arms crossed, her expression a mix of best-frien

Chapter 34: The Prenatal Class

The childbirth class was full of couples. Happy couples. We were excellent liars."We don't have to do this," Aria whispered, clutching her tote bag like a flotation device. We were standing outside the double doors of the community center multipurpose room. A sign taped to the glass read: Birthing Basics: 6:00 PM."I want to be prepared," I said, adjusting my cuffs. I was overdressed. Everyone else was in sweatpants or yoga gear. I was in a button-down and dress slacks because I had come straight from a meeting where I decimated a rival firm's acquisition strategy. "And the books aren't enough. I need visuals.""You're going to regret asking for visuals," Aria muttered, but she let me open the door.The room smelled of lavender essential oil and gym mats. There were six other couples scattered around the floor on pillows. They were cooing at each other. They were holding hands. They looked nauseatingly functional.We walked in, the imposters in the room.I wasn't her husband. I wasn'

Chapter 35: Noah's Past Revealed

I'd never told anyone the full story. Not Marcus. Not James. Somehow, sitting across from Aria in a booth at a twenty-four-hour diner, the words came.The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, a stark contrast to the dim intimacy of the prenatal class, but it felt safer here. The smell of grease and coffee was grounding.Aria was picking at a plate of cheese fries—her current craving—but her eyes were fixed on me. They were intelligent, probing eyes that seemed to see past the suit and the CEO title."Can I ask you something?" she said, dipping a fry into a terrifying amount of ketchup."You can ask," I said, leaning back against the red vinyl seat. "I might not answer."She smiled faintly. "Why are you so determined to be involved? I mean... really involved. Coming to classes, reading books, stocking crackers. Most men in your position—billionaire, bachelor, secret baby—would write a check and run for the hills. Or at least hire a nanny to deal with the messy parts."I stared at my bla

Chapter 36: Aria's Confession

Noah shared his pain. I owed him mine.We were still standing on the sidewalk outside my apartment building, bathed in the amber glow of the streetlights. The city hummed around us—a distant siren, the rumble of the subway beneath the pavement—but the air between us felt still, heavy with the secrets we had just exchanged over greasy fries.He had opened his chest and shown me the seven-year-old boy waiting for pancakes that never came. He had entrusted me with his origin story.And I was still hiding behind the mask of the "difficult" twin."You asked me something earlier," I said quietly, leaning against the cold metal of my car door. "About my mother. Why she treats me like... an accessory."Noah stepped closer, his hands deep in his pockets, his eyes focused entirely on me. "I did.""Being the 'other' twin wasn't a role I chose," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "It was assigned at birth."I looked down at my hands. They were shaking."Sienna was born first," I said. "Twelve

Chapter 37: The Almost Kiss

The project deadline was midnight. Our restraint lasted until 10:00 PM.NeXus Gaming Studios was a ghost town. The rows of desks were dark, the monitors sleeping black squares, the usual hum of activity replaced by the low, rhythmic thrum of the HVAC system.Only one office was lit.Inside the glass walls of the executive suite, Noah and I were waging war against a narrative branching bug that threatened to delay the Aether expansion launch."It's in the dialogue tree," I muttered, rubbing my eyes. "The flag isn't triggering for the 'Betrayal' ending.""It's not the tree," Noah argued, leaning over my shoulder to point at the code on my screen. "It's the state machine. Look at line 4052."He was too close.He had discarded his suit jacket hours ago. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing forearms that I had spent far too much time staring at during our prenatal classes.As he pointed at the screen, his chest brushed against m

Chapter 38: Sienna Escalates

Sienna's midnight calls never brought good news.I was sitting on my couch, staring at the blank screen of my TV, my mind still reeling from the almost-kiss in the parking garage. My lips still tingled with the ghost of Noah’s breath. My heart was still hammering a rhythm that sounded suspiciously like want, want, want.When my phone buzzed on the coffee table, shattering the silence, I knew before I looked who it was.Sienna It was 12:45 AM. She had called me in the garage to talk about shoes. Now, she was calling back.I picked up the phone, my stomach tightening. "Hello?""I need fifty thousand dollars," Sienna said. No hello. No preamble. Just a demand delivered in a voice that was tight with stress.I blinked, pulling the phone away from my ear to check if I’d heard correctly. "Excuse me?""Fifty thousand," she repeated, faster this time. "I need it transferred to my personal account. Tonight. Or tomorrow morning at the latest."I let out a short, incredulous laugh. "Sienna, are

Chapter 39: The First Kiss

Aria's voicemail said it was urgent. I got to her apartment in record time.I broke two traffic laws and terrified a cab driver in the process, but I didn't care. Her voice—trembling, terrified, breathless—was playing on a loop in my head. I need to talk to you. It's about Sienna.I took the stairs to her fourth-floor apartment two at a time. My heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, a feeling I hadn't experienced since the day I launched NeXus. This wasn't business stress. This was primal fear.I pounded on her door. "Aria? It's Noah."The lock clicked instantly. The door swung open.She stood there, wrapped in a blanket, her hair messy, her face blotchy and tear-stained. She looked beautiful. She looked shattered."Noah," she breathed.I stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind me. I scanned her instantly—checking for injuries, checking for signs of physical distress."What happened?" I demanded, my hands hovering near her shoulders but not touching her yet. "Ar

Chapter 40: Gender Reveal

We were having a girl. A daughter. Noah cried.But before that moment—before the confetti and the tears and the overwhelming sense of rightness—there was the morning after.I woke up tangled in Noah’s sheets, his arm draped heavily over my waist, my back pressed against his chest. The morning light filtered through the penthouse windows, softer than usual, painting the room in shades of gold.I lay still, listening to his steady breathing, afraid that if I moved, I would wake up in my lonely Brooklyn apartment and realize this was all a fever dream brought on by pregnancy hormones.But then Noah shifted. He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, his morning stubble scratching my skin."Stop thinking so loud," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.I smiled, turning in his arms to face him. He looked wrecked in the best possible way—hair messy, eyes soft, defenses completely dismantled."Good morning," I whispered."Best morning," he corrected. He reached out, tracing the line of my

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